Simon. Simon. You hear me. It’s me again, into the porches of your ear I’ll pour. You hear me, but nobody else does. It can be our little secret honey. Go ahead, busy yourself with me. Blow out my ashes. Once. Twice. There you go. Now finger your tobacco a little. Two fingers. Good boy. Mmm. Fondle me with those two fingers maybe? That’s it. Yes. How naughty of you, poor simple Simon. Rub me a little more, my maidenhair. Mina Kennedy can’t see you, and Lidia is pretending not to look. Listen to her sing.
Yes. A little Latina sabor. A little something else too. Feeling thirsty? You can order a whiskey from her. Mmm. Don’t worry about skinny Dilly or Boody or any of them. They have your five dollars and some change. Never mind that now. Just fill me up baby and listen to Lidia. Dry in here. How about some nice fresh water and a little whiskey to keep it company. Here’s Lenehan. Listen to him. Your son’s been buying drinks. He has an income he isn’t sharing with you. Yes. You need a drink after hearing this. Go ahead baby, just a half glass. Wet your whistle, I won’t tell.